I wanted to know there was nothing.I kept knocking. When I touchedthe door with my palm the wood froze.When I called your name you slept behinddrifts of rain for nine hours.There was snow in everything I spoke.Your eyes filled with the green paralysis oftrees, months of wind at our lips.Please don’t worry. The bellthat once rose from my throatin breath below you blurs into the night.I have less than I had when I first saw you.